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And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.
“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.
She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention.
“What the hell?” I snarled, prepared to have a hissy fit on whoever had dared to grab me like that. But when I swung around, all the anger immediately fled my body. Replaced by white hot…lust. It was him. The L.A. Goalie. Walker Davis.
“So what happens next?” I asked tentatively. * * * Walker I marry you.
I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.
But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.
That’s what this kiss was. Like whiskey and moonlight, and hot summer nights. Like strawberry wine and wildest dreams. His kiss felt like a tattoo, branding me in a way I’d never come back from.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”
“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”
“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”
Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.
“The same rules apply,” I whispered. “It’s just this weekend. That’s all I—that’s all I can give you.” He shook his head but didn’t say anything right away, a tic in his cheek and fire in his gaze as he stared down at me. “I’m going to make you burn for me.”
was either going to be cursing Lincoln Daniels and Ari Lancaster after this….or I was going to tell them I was madly in love with them. It was definitely touch and go at the moment what it was going to be.
“That’s my name,” she said with a gulp. “You have my name pierced through…your dick.” She started to back away. “Please tell me this isn’t where I end up as like a skin suit or something.”
He owned me. He owned my body. He owned my heart. He owned everything.
“That’s how it’s done, Disney. True ‘Circle of Trust’ behavior right there. I mean, you might get suspended for threatening to end someone in a nationally syndicated program…but that is how it’s fucking DONE,” Ari whooped as he skated by.
